Page 3 of P.S. I'm With You
“Like this?” he teases as he pulls the drain with his foot to release the water, and as he does so, he assaults my clit, smacking it hard and rapidly while driving into my center harder.
“Yes! Yes! Fu—!” I scream before he gags me with his fingers as I come apart on him.
“Those cries belong to me,” he grits out while continuing to thrust. I feel him getting closer to his release as I gag around his fingers and my eyes water. He chuckles darkly while he drags his tongue up my cheek, licking away my tears. “No onehears you but me. Understood?” I nod as he grunts while burying himself inside me. “Nika,” he whimpers softly, and I feel him releasehimself. “Fuck… Nika.” He wraps his strong arms around me as he releases my mouth and I collapse against him while he kisses my temple.
“I’m with you, my love, always.”
“Do you have a picture of her?” Dominik asks as I pack my luggage.
“You know I wouldn’t risk it,” I state, probably a bit more brisk than I should. This is always the difficult part of us going to our homes—he always has to ask about her.
“I know,” he whispers as he looks out the window from his place in his chair. “I just thought I’d ask versus me having to stalk her.” I glare at him while throwing my boot in his direction.
“Let me find out you are doing something so reckless and watch how quickly you and I become enemies.” He holds his hands up and shakes his head.
“Bad joke, Nika, you know I would never.” I eye him warily for another second before continuing to pack.
“She has your eyes,” I state softly.
“Really?” he breathes out, and I can hear the smile he’s fighting. It breaks my heart. I would give so much for him to see her, to hold her in his arms, but it isn’t safe. We have to stay apart or they could take her and use her against us, and I won’t put our daughter in that position.
Two
NIKA
“Mama!”
I can’t help the smile that stretches over my face as I walk in and see my beautiful little girl—my Zora. She’s five now and full of so many questions. I love her more than anything in this world. She is my reason for breathing.
“Zora!” I say with the same level of excitement. She runs to me, her long black braids bouncing behind her. She leaps into my arms and I hold her tightly to my chest, inhaling her scent as is customary whenever I leave or come home from business trips.
“Mama! I missed you! You were gone for so many nights.” It was three, but I understand. I, too, felt a longing to get back to my girl.
“I know, my flower,” I say softly while brushing fallen strands of hair from her face. “You know I wouldn’t leave if I didn’t have to.” Zora gives me the sweetest little pout.
“You should stay home like the other mommies and play with me.” It hurts my heart, but I don’t let it show. I wish I could stay with her. I wish I could get us out of this life—of this country.But there are too many who wish me harm. If I’m here, I at least know where my enemy is.
Movement grabs my attention and I spot Rigo, my daughter’s bodyguard, coming forward. I’ll be honest, Rigo would be one I would’ve killed years ago if he hadn’t saved my daughter. He broke into our home during the night. At first, I thought he was a part of another crime family coming to put my head on a platter for their ruler. But no, Rigo was simply trying to burglarize my home and steal my shit. He and I fought, and my then three year old, chose that moment to engage her defiance. I told her to stay in her room but she ignored me, ran out of our home and fell into the pond. Before I could blink, Rigo was running out of the house and jumping into the water to pull her out. That night, I offered him the job.
I trust him with Zora’s life, but that’s all I trust him with. There is something about that man that twists my gut, but I know Zora is safe with him, and that’s the only thing that matters. So as far as Rigo knows, I work as a mule for a crime family, nothing more.
“You’re relieved, Rigo,” I state, while bouncing Zora up on my hip and walking off, not waiting for his response. Rigo and I don’t have much to say to each other. It’s a mutual agreement. We don’t talk about anything that doesn’t pertain to Zora, and that keeps everyone safe.
“Come now, my flower, let's go take a bubble bath!”
“Mama,” Zora says softly as I blow a handful of bubbles at her.
“Yes, my love?”
“Do I have a daddy?” Always with the same question.
“Zora, I’ve told you before—yes, you have a father.” My voice is pained and tired, as it always is with these questions. She has so many questions and I can’t answer any of them. It’s so heartbreaking, and I fear as she grows it will cause her and I to drift apart. I wouldn’t blame her if it did. I’m her mother and she knows nothing about me.
“Why isn’t he here, though? I want a daddy instead of a Rigo.” I chuckle lightly at her sour expression. Rigo is very strict with the girl due to the fear I’ve struck in his heart.
“Rigo is not here to be your friend, my flower. He is here to protect you while I’m at work.”
“A daddy would protect me.” I grunt in discomfort, suddenly missing the days where she was unable to talk.
